*Ophelia*
“Ophelia! ‘Lose It All’ is number three on the charts this week!” My new manager, Daphne McKenna, calls through the studio, excitedly running up to me. She shows me her phone, and I pull the headphones from my head to around my neck.
“Holy shit!” I squeal, jumping up and down in my seat. “This is insane!”
“They love you, Ophelia!” David says, coming in with a bottle of champagne. “And we’re immensely proud of you.”
The interns and other workers enter the studio, handing David a towel to open the bottle without risking the equipment.
“Thank you, guys, really. David, I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without your support. Daphne, thank you for taking on my baggage load in such a short time. I’m so happy to have you here with us. And thank you to everyone else for all your hard work and dedication. But thank you for believing in me.”
The bottle goes POP! as everyone cheers, pouring alcohol into paper cups and cheering about the room.